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Charcoal
portraits
came
next
,
and
the
entire
family
hung
in
a
row
,
looking
as
wild
and
crocky
as
if
just
evoked
from
a
coalbin
.
Softened
into
crayon
sketches
,
they
did
better
,
for
the
likenesses
were
good
,
and
Amy
’
s
hair
,
Jo
’
s
nose
,
Meg
’
s
mouth
,
and
Laurie
’
s
eyes
were
pronounced
‘
wonderfully
fine
’
.
A
return
to
clay
and
plaster
followed
,
and
ghostly
casts
of
her
acquaintances
haunted
corners
of
the
house
,
or
tumbled
off
closet
shelves
onto
people
’
s
heads
.
Children
were
enticed
in
as
models
,
till
their
incoherent
accounts
of
her
mysterious
doings
caused
Miss
Amy
to
be
regarded
in
the
light
of
a
young
ogress
.
Her
efforts
in
this
line
,
however
,
were
brought
to
an
abrupt
close
by
an
untoward
accident
,
which
quenched
her
ardor
.
Other
models
failing
her
for
a
time
,
she
undertook
to
cast
her
own
pretty
foot
,
and
the
family
were
one
day
alarmed
by
an
unearthly
bumping
and
screaming
and
running
to
the
rescue
,
found
the
young
enthusiast
hopping
wildly
about
the
shed
with
her
foot
held
fast
in
a
pan
full
of
plaster
,
which
had
hardened
with
unexpected
rapidity
.
With
much
difficulty
and
some
danger
she
was
dug
out
,
for
Jo
was
so
overcome
with
laughter
while
she
excavated
that
her
knife
went
too
far
,
cut
the
poor
foot
,
and
left
a
lasting
memorial
of
one
artistic
attempt
,
at
least
.
After
this
Amy
subsided
,
till
a
mania
for
sketching
from
nature
set
her
to
haunting
river
,
field
,
and
wood
,
for
picturesque
studies
,
and
sighing
for
ruins
to
copy
.
She
caught
endless
colds
sitting
on
damp
grass
to
book
‘
a
delicious
bit
’
,
composed
of
a
stone
,
a
stump
,
one
mushroom
,
and
a
broken
mullein
stalk
,
or
‘
a
heavenly
mass
of
clouds
’
,
that
looked
like
a
choice
display
of
featherbeds
when
done
.
She
sacrificed
her
complexion
floating
on
the
river
in
the
midsummer
sun
to
study
light
and
shade
,
and
got
a
wrinkle
over
her
nose
trying
after
‘
points
of
sight
’
,
or
whatever
the
squint
-
and
-
string
performance
is
called
.
If
‘
genius
is
eternal
patience
’
,
as
Michelangelo
affirms
,
Amy
had
some
claim
to
the
divine
attribute
,
for
she
persevered
in
spite
of
all
obstacles
,
failures
,
and
discouragements
,
firmly
believing
that
in
time
she
should
do
something
worthy
to
be
called
‘
high
art
’
.
She
was
learning
,
doing
,
and
enjoying
other
things
,
meanwhile
,
for
she
had
resolved
to
be
an
attractive
and
accomplished
woman
,
even
if
she
never
became
a
great
artist
.
Here
she
succeeded
better
,
for
she
was
one
of
those
happily
created
beings
who
please
without
effort
,
make
friends
everywhere
,
and
take
life
so
gracefully
and
easily
that
less
fortunate
souls
are
tempted
to
believe
that
such
are
born
under
a
lucky
star
.
Everybody
liked
her
,
for
among
her
good
gifts
was
tact
.
She
had
an
instinctive
sense
of
what
was
pleasing
and
proper
,
always
said
the
right
thing
to
the
right
person
,
did
just
what
suited
the
time
and
place
,
and
was
so
self
-
possessed
that
her
sisters
used
to
say
,
"
If
Amy
went
to
court
without
any
rehearsal
beforehand
,
she
’
d
know
exactly
what
to
do
.
"
One
of
her
weaknesses
was
a
desire
to
move
in
‘
our
best
society
’
,
without
being
quite
sure
what
the
best
really
was
.
Money
,
position
,
fashionable
accomplishments
,
and
elegant
manners
were
most
desirable
things
in
her
eyes
,
and
she
liked
to
associate
with
those
who
possessed
them
,
often
mistaking
the
false
for
the
true
,
and
admiring
what
was
not
admirable
.
Never
forgetting
that
by
birth
she
was
a
gentlewoman
,
she
cultivated
her
aristocratic
tastes
and
feelings
,
so
that
when
the
opportunity
came
she
might
be
ready
to
take
the
place
from
which
poverty
now
excluded
her
.
"
My
lady
,
"
as
her
friends
called
her
,
sincerely
desired
to
be
a
genuine
lady
,
and
was
so
at
heart
,
but
had
yet
to
learn
that
money
cannot
buy
refinement
of
nature
,
that
rank
does
not
always
confer
nobility
,
and
that
true
breeding
makes
itself
felt
in
spite
of
external
drawbacks
.
"
I
want
to
ask
a
favor
of
you
,
Mamma
,
"
Amy
said
,
coming
in
with
an
important
air
one
day
.
"
Well
,
little
girl
,
what
is
it
?
"
replied
her
mother
,
in
whose
eyes
the
stately
young
lady
still
remained
‘
the
baby
’
.
"
Our
drawing
class
breaks
up
next
week
,
and
before
the
girls
separate
for
the
summer
,
I
want
to
ask
them
out
here
for
a
day
.
They
are
wild
to
see
the
river
,
sketch
the
broken
bridge
,
and
copy
some
of
the
things
they
admire
in
my
book
.
They
have
been
very
kind
to
me
in
many
ways
,
and
I
am
grateful
,
for
they
are
all
rich
and
I
know
I
am
poor
,
yet
they
never
made
any
difference
.
"
